We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
While, yes, they were a 'distraction' from the deep, moving, might-change-your-life lyrics of the song, whoever put it together deserves credit for a superb job. Some of the images were very clever. (the great big butt overlapping the chair for "beginning to expand")
As far as the second clip goes, he blew the song by speeding it up to a pop tempo. The first one borders on rhythm & blues, as it should. Also, you'd think he'd know how silly he looks at a keyboard. Gosh, hope you can keep those three chords the song uses straight, Bob. Dylan just doesn't look right without a guitar.
And don't forget the harmonica holder around his neck.